Passwords and other nonsense

well!

I would've posted ages ago (well, maybe 2 weeks ago) with my latest journal entry and I had all sorts of rubbish I'd saved up to discuss with....well, me mostly but you know what, I'd forgotten my bloody password to this blog! As I have recently with several passwords needed at work, to use online banking, several different email accounts etc etc. 'they' (i.e. IT boys at work) keep advising me, if not forcing me to keep changing my passwords, and make every account different, which is all well and good for security so no-one will ever pass as me, but it's so secure EVEN THE REAL ROSA CANNOT ENTER! Because, as I said before, I keep forgetting them. And you know when you've got a creative flow on,really needing just to get on and start writing, only to find you can't remember your password, then need to email the website to get another password, only to forget that, it kindof loses all concentration and creative flow!

So now I find myself blogging about bloody feckin passwords! ugggh!

How are you all anyway! Today is a Bank hol in the UK, and more importantly, for Perth&Kinross NHS Tayside, so I get a holiday! hooray! Yesterday me and the G came back from a couple days in Geordie-land (Whitburn, on the coast near south shields and Sunderland/Newcastle, to be exact) to catch up with friends and participate in the great british tradition of having a BBQ on may bank hol weekend where it'll rain continously as soon as you get the BBQ out. which duly happened. Prior to that however, it was quite a nice day, as we ambled through Whitburn village perusing the local fancy-dress shop (elvis accessories!) and watching mad dogs and englishmen frolic on the beach whilst eating icecream, as you do when you're on a beach in northern UK.
then back to my mates place to put up the gazebo to shelter the BBQ from the thunderstorms. T'was great fun. Apart from the trip back. Which would be 10times worse if we'd come back today (traffic!!!!!) didn't avoid watching suicidal maniacs overtaking on blind corners to catch up to caravans and trucks. idiots.

Anyway! time is skipping past quite freely, as I plan for my hens weekend, a weekend hillwalking in the Cairngorms in elvis costumes and more BBQ's in the scottish rain. Went up to Braemar to pay for the deposit where we're staying. Good to note the owner has an old collie dog pathologically obsessed with playing catch to entertain us. The place looks good. Just linen provided on bunk beds. huge kitchen, and outdoor BBQ area. hooray! must remember waterproofs.

Do you know when you say to people that you're having an informal, casual 'non-traditional' wedding, this is translated as 'oh they need help with turning this into a traditional "proper" Wedding, the poor things'. It's a full-time job to keep the bloody thing casual. If I didn't hate Las Vegas so much or wasn't keen on Gretna Green it would've happened there.

Yep, all things previously noted to be re-written as funny anecdotes now completely forgotten.

yay for holidays!